Monday I went for a slow trail run. My muscles were still tired from Saturday’s long run (and being out of shape).
I tweaked my new work setup in the basement a bit. I still need to change some things up, rearrange some shelves, etc, but I think it will be a better setup in the long run.
Tuesday we had music lessons, then I did the grocery shopping, and we went to karate class. Everyone but Ocean passed our grabs (zombie drill- basically how to fight back against an attacker that keeps pressing into you like a zombie would). It’s one of the more physical exercises we’ve done since we had to kick and punch continually for a minute straight while having an attacker push against us with pads. Tuesdays always tire me out.
Wednesday I had my accountability call, where we had a good discussion. Among other things, she talked about feeling guilty about not being satisfied with her voice- she feels she should just be grateful to be alive, which she is. But she’s also conflicted and self conscious about her voice- 3 months with a trach tube has left her with a lower voice that has a rasp to it. She used to sing all the time- at church, while gardening, etc and she talks a lot for her marketing business. Her voice was part of her identity. But now her voice has changed and she has to adjust how she sees herself and whether she likes it or not. She can barely sing right now (3+ months after the trach tube was removed) and her range went from soprano to low alto. Her speaking voice is lower and a bit raspy, not what she’s used to.
My response was that being grateful to be alive and regaining her health has nothing to do with her discomfort around her voice. She can be grateful while still being unsure of how to deal with her new voice. I’ve seen that with my health- I’m grateful for the gains I’ve made, but I’ve had serious adjustments to make to adjust to the limits forced on my body by my health.
Thursday I went to the chiropractor and ran a couple errands on the way home.
I’ve been feeling weird in the afternoons- I can feel the meds doing something. Since I feel more tired then as well, I was thinking perhaps they were wearing off about then, but after a little research, I found that the half life is 13+ hours, so I shouldn’t be feeling them wearing off by early afternoon. I found an abstract for a study that showed that maximum amount of meds in the urine was reached around 4 hours after the meds were taken- so maybe that’s what I’m feeling? Not sure how the 4 hour mark corresponds with the 13 hour mark, so I really don’t know.
I took the kids to karate where Sunshine, River, and I passed our Universal and Ocean passed his grabs. He almost passed his Universal, but needs to practice a bit more.
We were supposed to get a big storm, so the schools let out early and YW was canceled, but we only got some wind in the middle of the night, and it didn’t do much damage other than leaves blown off the trees.
I finally made the leather case for my square terminal (what I use to accept payments at events), so it doesn’t get scratched up.
Friday we were supposed to go for a hike with friends, but I didn’t get much sleep and woke up feeling crummy, so we stayed home.
I was laughing about something funny and it triggered my gasping cough again. This has happened many times in the past, so I try not to laugh too hard, but sometimes I can’t help it. I thought perhaps it was a cataplexy reaction, but as I was gasping for breath, I thought perhaps it wasn’t. I did some googling and there’s totally a thing called laughter-induced asthma. My exercise-induced asthma is only an issue if the air is bad (too cold or too many allergens in the air), so I don’t use an inhaler, but it is still a part of my life. So it’s not inconceivable that I also have laughter-induced asthma. So weird.
Both boys took naps, which hasn’t happened in forever. River had woken up around 1 am (according to him) and never gone back to sleep, so he was exhausted. Ocean has either allergies bugging him or a cold (his allergy eyes are pretty dark), and isn’t feeling good. We did some karate practicing in the afternoon and then I told him he had to lay down and rest so he could do well at karate class. A couple minutes later he was conked out.
I started making a padded case for my wood sign for my convention display area so it doesn’t get banged up in transit. Basically, I layered random fabrics sitting around in my stash, then sandwiched the, between some thin leather (I bought it online and it was not what I expected, so it’s been sitting in my stash) and some minky fabric as the inner liner.
Jeremy took Ocean to karate (he hadn’t gone on Thursday because he had to do time sheets) and they both passed their universals, so we’re all ready for graduation.
Despite their naps, both boys went to sleep without problems, thankfully.
Saturday we had karate graduation in the morning and we moved on to our purple belts. It was also a blackbelt graduation, which takes longer with the blackbelt demonstrations and thank yous, but we finished right before noon, which I noticed when we climbed in the car. I pulled up general conference and we listened to it as we drove home. Well, Ocean didn’t listen- he conked out again on the way home since he still wasn’t feeling wonderful.
In between conference sessions I finished the padded sign case, started clearing out my email inboxes (yet again, out of control), and taped together the pattern for a roll top rucksack, then started cutting out the pieces for the rucksack. I want a better way than my open tote bag to carry around my electronics and whatnot when traveling.
I also finally uploaded photos and did final edits on some of the posts for the last two months, and I remembered why it’s been so long since I published posts. There’s an issue uploading the photos. I’m not sure what exactly it is, but I did finally figure out how to make it work. It just takes twice as long as it should.
Weekly Mileage
| Monday | 1.68 miles | 0.5 | |
| total | 1.68 miles | 0.5 hours | |
2022 totals
| 10.0 outside hours |
| 21.62 miles |
